All she wanted was a glass of water.
"Good night dear!" Haruhi called out to her daughter on Christmas Eve. Amaya couldn't wait for the morning, to see the brightly wrapped presents lying beneath the tree. Her bright violet eyes gazed out at the starry winter sky, waiting for a certain silhouette to pass across the moon. Soon she fell asleep, dreaming of a plump man with rosy red cheeks and red attire.
The blonde woke up early, too early. Her mouth felt dry and thirsty so she got up from her bed and padded softly outside her room.
I think I'll sneak a peek at the presents, she thought while checking her baby brother was asleep. He looked like an angel, even though he had his mother's brown locks and chocolate eyes, which were shut. She gently sauntered down the carpeted stairs when she heard a noise coming from the living a room.
The living room had no door; it had an archway, which led to the dining room.
Santa? Amaya quickened her pace before tripping on the last step. Her chin hit the soft carpet before she looked up to see a sight, which she wished she never laid her eyes upon.
'Uncle' Kyouya's mouth locked with her mother's. He wore a big red suit which he seemed to be taking off.
Not my idea of 'Santa', the angry teen thought sarcastically.
Yeah..so my first fanfic, I'd like some reviews to know how my writing is. Comments and suggestions appreaciated
I'm planning on adding one more chapter to this maybe, seeing as it's a bit short. Amaya is my OC (she's Tamaki and Haruhi's child...hence why she has blonde hair and violet eyes x).
I don't own Ouran, Bisco Hatori does. But I do own Amaya. Don't steal. x